Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Broken Hearted Woman, artist - Mac Lethal.
Date of issue: 08.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Broken Hearted Woman |
You wanna know what’s his name, what’s his name? |
Trust me, his name don’t matter |
All I know was I give you five years of my life |
And for most of it, my whole heart has been shattered |
I’ve told you I was unhappy every three months for the last three years and you |
didn’t listen |
I gotta force you to tell me «Happy birthday» |
You never bought me a present on Christmas once |
And when we ride in the car with your friends |
You don’t let me ride in the front |
And now you all jealous and upset |
'Cause I met a brand new guy, and I’m what he wants |
And your life’s just falling apart |
Because a guy is calling my heart |
You ask how can I run through the finish line |
Boy you made me crawl from the start |
And down on my knees, begging for respect |
You doing this to me, nah, I never could’ve guessed |
I don’t gotta fuckin' brain up in my head to my chest |
Just to get a smile from you, was a never in any questions |
Just to get a hella from you, was a full-time job |
And the thing I almost turned to do a full-time mom |
And almost had your kids, but I have to intervene |
I don’t want children that have half of your genes |
I would have to tell him see daddy got the genes |
Where if he sees a girl that he thinks is prettier than mom |
He’s probably gonna stare at the fatty in her jeans |
And let’s say it hurts mom’s feelings |
A mama gets upset and mad and tries to scream |
He’s gonna deflect all of it, and blame it on the kitchen and how shit isn’t |
clean |
And my blouse that isn’t green |
And the fact that I’d put up twenty pounds since I was a teen, I’m a little bit |
heavier |
And my hormones are fucked up |
Unfortunately, I love life as an irregular |
And apparently I enact too much |
And the stupid ass questions I ask too much |
And the cash I ain’t making enough |
And I get on his nerves, when I ask him to take me to lunch |
You think I wanna deal with that honey? |
I believe that you love me, but you don’t respect me |
You never call me to say that you love me, nor you text me |
And when I respond, you don’t text back |
The confidence that I lost, just hard to get back |
But the other night, a real nice guy took me out on a date |
And I dressed in jet black |
And he listen to me talk, and he laughed at my jokes |
It was a little chilly outside, so he offered me his coat |
And at the end of the night, he didn’t try to kiss me or getting my address |
He just told me he had a good time, if he asked me to go out again, I’ll say «Yes!» |